Put My Tender Heart In A Blender Lyrics

Heartbroken billionaire Austin Colby vowed never to fall in love again after betrayed by his fiancee and older brother but his fate becomes entwine with the daughter of his sister's killer and Austin is determined to protect her even at the expense of his own life.

One reckless moment was all it took to set them on fire. His lips were on her skin, his hands gripping her like he'd never let go-Dylan devoured her, owned her, and marked her as his possession. His voice was dark and full of promises, unraveling every bit of restraint she had left. His kisses are on fire, his whispers sinful, and every stolen moment leaves her aching for more. Huli na para iwasan pa ang namumuong pagnanasa at pagmamahal nila sa isa't isa. But will sharing tender love every night be enough? Or will surrendering to temptation cost them everything? It was a gamble and taking risks for both of them. She loves him, and all she wants is to be with him. He loves her and all he needs for his life to be complete. Yet . . . loving him could ruin her . . . And letting her in could destroy him. She should stay away from him, and he should let her go. But some obsessions are impossible to escape . . . Some nights were never meant to end . . . And some temptations are too wicked to resist . . .. . . even if surrender means risking it all.

"Hate was the only thing between us—until it wasn’t." -ISLA- Revenge is my birthright. Ever since the fire that claimed my brother and shattered my family, I’ve rebuilt the Moreau empire from the ashes. But every brick I’ve laid, and deal struck has come with one goal in mind: uncovering the truth behind that night. Ciaran Valente is the man I’ve hated since I learned how to hate. Infuriating, cruel, and too clever for his own good, he thrives in darkness, just like I do. But when the ghosts of my past tie his family to my brother’s death, my hatred becomes the least dangerous thing between us. Because Ciaran doesn’t just step into my world—he consumes it. He sees through my armor, breaks down my defenses, and dares to turn my pain into something far more dangerous than vengeance: desire. But love doesn’t exist for people like us. Only power. Only lies. And when the masks come off, one truth will destroy us both. -CIARAN- Isla Moreau is my personal form of torment. Sharp-tongued, calculating, and as untouchable as ice. I’ve craved breaking her for years—not just to prove I could, but because there’s nothing more tempting than watching a queen fall. But Isla isn’t a game. She’s fire wrapped in steel, and she hides secrets even darker than my own. When the past collides with the present, revealing the cracks in our perfect façades, I discover something I didn’t think I was capable of: obsession. She consumes me—mind, body, and soul. But while I want to own her, she wants vengeance. While I crave her surrender, she wants the truth. And in the end, we’re not just enemies. We’re fated to ruin each other.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

(Ship of Temptation 1) Isang cruise ship ang handa ng maglayag para dalhin ka sa init ng kaligayahan. Hindi inaasahan ni Wommie na sa pagtapak niya sa isang misteryosong barko, makikilala niya doon ang lalaking nagtatago sa maskara na siyang bibihag at handang maging alipin niya. Wommie Wundt, the woman who put a leash on her cold-hearted boss.

Si Dolores Roman, 22, ay pasan ang bigat ng mundo. Siya ang nag-aalaga sa nakababatang kapatid na may malubhang sakit, at dahil sa hospital bills at utang, halos hindi na siya makahinga. Pagod ‘man siya, pero hindi sumagi sa isip ang pagsuko. Gagawin niya ang lahat para sa kapatid—kahit pa napakahirap. Devon Valderama—mayaman, tahimik, at matagal nang may lihim na pagtingin kay Dolores. Lihim niyang sinusuportahan ang pag-aaral ni Dolores, at nang humiling ang kanyang lola na makita siyang masaya at may asawa bago ito mamaalam, naisip niyang ito na ang pagkakataong mapalapit kay Dolores. Inalok niya si Dolores ng isang contract marriage: isang taon silang magpapanggap bilang mag-asawa para mapasaya ang kanyang lola. Kapalit nito, sasagutin niya ang lahat ng utang ni Dolores at gastusin sa gamutan ng kapatid. Nag-alinlangan si Dolores, pero pumayag para sa kapatid. Ang usapan: walang feelings, walang komplikasyon. Pero habang magkasama sila, unti-unting nahulog ang loob nila sa isa’t isa. Si Dolores, naantig sa kabutihan ni Devon. Si Devon, lalong minahal si Dolores. Hanggang sa bumalik ang ex-fiancée ni Devon, gustong bawiin siya. At si Dolores, nalaman ang totoo—na matagal na pala siyang mahal ni Devon, at ang kasal ay paraan para mailapit siya rito. Nasaktan si Dolores sa katotohanang itinago ni Devon, kaya siya ay lumayo. Pero inamin ni Devon ang lahat—na totoo ang lahat ng ginawa niya dahil mahal niya si Dolores. Sa huli, si Dolores ang bumalik—hindi dahil kailangan niya ng tagapagligtas, kundi dahil natutunan niyang tanggapin ang pagmamahal ng taong handang lumaban kasama niya. No contract and secrets - just love.

Elena Halloway. Perfect by all means, be it in looks, virtues and talent. Unrivalled by all, she was happy. She had accomplished her dream, stood at the top of the entertainment world and was loved by all. But soon, that all came crashing down. "Why...? Did I do something wrong? Am I the reason for all of this?" Driven by despair, she couldn't help but sink to the floor. "Why? Did I ask for any of this? Why me of all people?" "Why? That's a question you should ask yourself." And with that, he left. That was the very moment she realised, the world put on a facade. Deceiving themselves and her as well. In the face of the accident, she was left with nothing but trauma and pain. Thrown away like a broken doll, she was left to be played with by fate. Twisting and contorting her limbs, hung on a string. She was powerless. They were all slave to fate. But when fate decided to give her a saving grace, she decided to make the best of it. After all, who could've imagined that she would be able to achieve redemption?

“It's all in the past now, let's move on…” Charles's eyes softened at her words but hers were nothing but dead cold. “I want to make up for everything…” “Just go!” She cuts in. Charles looked at her one more time as tears trickled down his cheeks. “Is this what you want?” He asked but got no reply. Seeing how deadly serious she was, he turned and left. *** She's just a poor, beautiful orphan, and he's the heir of the most powerful pack, and they're both best of friends. Anne had a crush on Charles since they were still kids but Charles saw her as nothing but a good friend, one every good person should have. Anne lived with her feelings unrequited until Charles came home drunk one night, and both had sex. They both agreed to leave the one-night stand aside and move on with their lives, but what happens when Anne finds out she's pregnant and Charles finds his mate? Would she still be able to move on?

Andre Simmons is a smoking hot billionaire Casanova with a flair for heartbreaking. Love has never been an option for Cleo. After having her heart broken one too many times, she closed herself off to the idea of 'love' and instead chose to have her fun by playing with men's feelings, like a playboy would women. Beautiful and a billionaire in her own right, finding a target was never an issue. When Cleo crossed paths with Andre, he only seemed to prove her point that men were nothing more than lying scums who deserved to be wiped off the face of the earth. So when both of them made a bet that they could make the other fall for them, Cleo was sure of only one thing; she wasn't going to lose. What happens though when Andre turns out to be different? What caused Cleo to hate men so much anyway? Who do you think wins the bet in the end? What happens when two players fall in love?